When Ross asks me to take my jeans down I am always glad to oblige, because I know all the nice things he would do with me. But when this other guy turned up on the scene I was apprehensive t say the least.
For months Ross and I had been perfect for each other and he lavished me with the liquorice all sorts of sexual exploration.
He was forever exciting and thrilling to be with. And I never knew what was coming next when we ventured into the deep lusting of enjoying each other to the limits.
He was always fresh with ideas and had that certain quality of making me feel special and wanted, and I was glad to be anything he wanted me to be.
Nothing was too bizarre.
That first time he asked me to remove my jeans, when he took me to his caravan home after wining and dining me, I surprised myself by submitting to his request spontaneously, like I expected it. It is not like I was naΓ―ve as to why Ross wanted me to go home with him. I was quite aware of his motive and, with a couple of bevies inside me, I guess I wanted what he had to offer.
He'd warmed me up nicely the car earlier by showing me lavishing me with sweet talk and then showing me his cock and letting me feel it. And that wasn't all, I sucked it too but then a police car came by so it was a quick zip up and on our way.
"That was lovely Alex, but soon we can have some real fun in private."
I remember being all excited about that and, still with the taste of him on my lips I realised everything about him was a turn on for me, his smell, his taste and that certain chemical attraction people who want to be with each other, know about.
He did let me carry on feeling him as we drove to his place and I adored the way it sort of jerked beneath his trousers when I gently squeezed. It felt divine and so flexible and I was thinking it would fit wonderfully inside me.
"You like your cock I can tell" Ross grunted, moving his seating position a little to give me a fuller access, nudging to the edge of his seat so I could feel his ample balls too.
"What makes you think that?" I teased.
"You tease me like that and you are really in for it later, you know that?"
"I hope so!" I replied giving his erection a double squeeze.
"I could take you now in the back seat no messing, I'd give your ass a real length."
"So?" I said really squeezing now.
He looked thoughtful, slowed down like he was going to pull-in somewhere. I realised I had made him frantic and felt rather wicked about it.
But truth is; having tasted the goods I wanted more. He moaned that there was nowhere he could pull in and the road was too busy anyway, so could I wank him off because it was so bad.
"Sorry" I said blaming myself.
"You will be later Alex I promise."
"Will it be okay to do this when you are driving>"
"I don't care whether it will or not, I can't do without right now, look the fucking thing is throbbing like hell."
"I can see that" I replied and leant my head down to take him full throttle.
It was really nice throbbing in my mouth. It was something more when, occasionally, we drove over bump in the road, when the whole girth slipped into my throat. I was imagining just how great that would feel wedged deep up my ass. I gently wanked him by the girth of his thick cock, stretching it backwards to taste and smell the glans which felt very nice and soothing as I slowly sucked, manoeuvring my tongue around and around the ridge and tasting his p-hole.
"You'd better have a tissue ready" he yelled wavering with the steering wheel slightly which was a little worrying.
I'd sucked him off a few times and he always came in plenty, so I took his prompting and pulled out a tissue ready for collection as soon as he shot his load.
There was something extra thrilling and exciting sucking him off whilst the car was swaying and Ross was obviously having difficulty in concentrating on the driving.
Me? I was concentrating with the job in hand and thought I'd better speed it up a bit else we'd both finish up in a ditch or something, and as it was, other motorists were horning us, no doubt because of Ross's atrocious driving. If only they knew why.
I sensed it was almost there. That silence in his breathing.
"Pull over just while I finish you then you can really enjoy?" I said and he did, Just in time because with a grunt and a yell he was there, spurting out like a volcano and me with tissue in hand, a little bit of him on my tongue though which was nice..
I simply loved to please him and every time I orally got him off it got better. But I had never done it like this before, with the car in motion.
I had a terrible nightmare about us being flung out of the car when crashing and there we both were, laid out on the grass verge quite dead, but still with the remnants of a well pleased cock in my mouth.
It was certainly dangerous but I wanted to please Ross to the full and he'd make it all the better for me when he got me home.
He liked me to wear tight braces to hold my jeans up. So tight; they were almost splitting me in half. But Ross said how the braces complimented my curves and made me doubly fuckable.
I felt like a trussed chicken at times but if that is how he wanted me, that is how he would have me and now, when he was asking me to take my jeans down, I slowly unhooked the braces to create sensuality and it was lovely to perform for him as he sat there, on the edge of the bed, devouring me with his eyes..